Professes Poems

thorns in the glass

“there are thorns in the glass”
the baby exclaims
as she points, points, points
to the mirror of life,
yet no one listens,
and she is ignored.

“there are thorns in the glass”
the child cries,
tugging at men’s jackets,
grabbing women’s hands,
yet she’s pushed away 
and she is ignored.

“there are thorns in the glass”
the teen announces,
protesting and marching,
yelling and telling,
and there is no news coverage,
and she is ignored.

“there are thorns in the glass”
the adult professes,
speaking online,
speaking outside,
only to be banned,
and she is ignored.

“there are thorns in the glass”
the old woman declares,
telling her story, 
telling her nurses,
only to be drugged,
and she is ignored.


“there are thorns in the glass”
she whispers
as she looks at the dead cities
the somber graves,
the rotten corpses,
and she is ignored.

Goddess of Beauty

No words describe the beauty she expresses,
Her explicit beauty, which secretly professes, 
The Inherent quality of her magnificent character,
Her heart is a refuge and a shelter,
For the anguished soul and hopeless brow,
So one can walk with pride, spark, and glow, 
She walks with glide, holding head high,
Faces the troubles never utters a sigh,
A paragon of beauty in her appearance, 
Illuminates the surrounding until disappearance, 
Her glistening and intoxicated eyes, 
Bridges the gap, knots the ties 
The way she laughs and her sheeny face, 
Her delicate figure and enchanting grace, 
Shows one another to utter perfection, 
The cause of pleasure and everlasting attraction. 

Written By

Muhammad Shahid Hussain

She Is Jobless

She has no job
Professes to not care
Has taught school for six years

I do not care what job I get she says
Anything but teaching.
I never want to do this again.
She was our teacher of the year a year ago

I mentioned doing a t-chart, so she can think about her life
Put plus and minus at the top, I said.
List all the things you love to do and all the things you do not want to do

She came back over to my table six times
To tell me she has not "found" herself yet.
She can think of nothing to write in either column.
I cannot help but think she wants to stay jobless

Breakup

I think of another
Let my heart surrender
With pleasure under
To give and render
The lost me to the other
Which is not my wonder.
She professes to be tender
But she's not like a mother
'Cause she desires us to be over
Denying me to be her lifeblood lover.
I am now resolute to turn a blind eye to her
Even though she is brighter,
But I can trade her for the better
To forbear my life from the deceitful breaker

Paragon of Virtue

Respected but more feared
As a man of tempered steel
An expert at ensuring he got
The best of any signed  deal.
He got a Degree in Pomposity
From the university of life
Followed by a Masters in
The Obvious and The Trite.
Doctorate soon followed
In Self Righteous Thought,
Waxes forth on Social Media
Where he daily holds court,
Pouring vitriol and scorn
To those who don’t know
Life’s a veritable paradise under
Our beneficent Status Quo.
A paragon of virtue, this
Self proclaimed made man
Telling the world if he can do it
Then surely anybody can.
International businessman
With his modern sweat shop
Using Zero Hour Contracts to
To keep his workers on the hop
He attends religious observance 
Al least once every single week 
Where he virtuously professes
To be humble, mild and meek.
He’ll probably live for ever
Which really isn’t so very odd:
No Heaven could be big enough
To hold both him and his God.

Boy In Blue

My beloved boy in blue
Always helps me get through.
No matter what I say or do,
He always professes, "I love you."

My beloved boy in blue
Drives in a car of the same hue.
While he whisks me away with his tunes,
He is always brightening my afternoons.

My beloved boy in blue
Often makes me feel like dew.
As I melt in his reassuring embrace,
His lips always gently caress my face.

My beloved boy in blue
Indeed made my life become anew.
Because no matter what we go through,
This saga of a love story shall always continue.

A Reliquary Musing

A Reliquary Musing
 
A child’s doll melded into a stone in a former Nazi Death Camp
as its chilling image haunts the collective mind of those who live 
in the so-called civilized world of today and who profess a hollow
concern for a child who’s long dead and who’s been completely
forgotten to the rest of the modern world. 

A sad image like this one should haunt the very soul of mankind that
oft professes a political correctness as it sweeps such unpleasant images
under a bone-ridden rug that reflects a sad happenstance and mutters only
a sigh at the horrific nature of such a truly evil occurrence. 

And, only Almighty God knows this sad truth.
And, now you do too.

Amen.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 14, 2022 (Narrative)

Not a Cougar

What is it about me that attracts
Men so much younger than I am
I have no desire to be that sugar mama
Am well beyond drama
I am the eccentric poetic type
Not real flashy with brown eyes
I pray that fate is kind
that my soul mate inspires divine
For a year and two months 
he professes his love
Even though I won’t give it up
What he says is terribly sweet
Somehow he loves the inside of me
I pray this young man find another
I am ten years too old to be his lover.

Shh Mama Is Painting Today

My rooms are a wreck, total disarray.
I have clothes that don’t fit – some other day.
My garage has critters, mice of course.
I am painting today – a giant pink and orange horse.

I have three junk drawers in my shamble of a kitchen.
Paint us! Yell three faeries, and I don’t want them bit’chn.
It is five thirty p.m. and my husband is fixing supper for himself.
I just finished my third painting; it is drying on the shelf.

My car is out of gas, this can be done another day.
My cat needs fed, he is meowing away!
Shh! I tell him, Mama is painting today.
My husband who professes to not like cats is running his way
With shrimp, lobster, and tuna. 
What can I say?

We Barely Speak Now

We are identical twins
believing in none of the same things
as alike as a tennis shoe is to a tyrannosaurus rex’s jawbone

We used to play and laugh
We had a silent laugh that creeped out the rest of the family
It could last for a month or two at a time

But then one of us grew up, and moved away.
Became a political being, whereas the other one
does not remember half the time which one is a donkey

We are identical twins
who used to have a mother and father
who kept us together, in the same car, at the same church

We used to be together on so many things
Before I realized there are other religions and other languages
And before my twin forgot who she was and became a social media stirrer of trouble.

We barely speak now
When we do we are careful
She professes to hate liberals, and I am the most liberal liberal I know.
Luckily, I also know that she does not know what a liberal is.
Some people do not have to know what “they are” in order to despise them.

A Christian One Who Professes To Be Christ-Like-

A Christian!
One who professes to be Christ-like;
In Jesus times and now a day;
To be continued in the fellowship of God;
To live on long eternally with God.

6/15/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020

Sir Seth of Spindale

Sir Seth of Spindale
By Franklin Price
05/14/2020

I am Sir Seth of Spindale
You may have seen me in the news
I am not political 
Though I lean right with my views

Underneath the storage building,
Is my home, out in the yard,
Of the house, of one, who dubbed me
And professes he's a bard

He thinks he is the royal king
And lives there with his queen
I think, I'm the only groundhog,
That he has ever seen

Why else would he be-knight me
Post my picture on the net?
Most likely, for my mail-in vote,
He's a Democrat, I'll bet.

The World

The World

The world we live in, free as it may seem
smiles at popularity, crowns fame,
mocks solitude and scorns ascetics,
worships money and dreams of good things,
of good looks, of good clothes,
professes humility and pity, while looking up at
the suns of our times, rich and famous,
who look down in turn at the pitiable
crowning them in their golden light,
the spotlight on the less-fortunate they direct, their situation they pity,
invoking the thanks of the Gods above, and the applause of the sycophants,
but cruelly, cruelly the world despises
hates, begrudges, admonishes and belittles
wisdom, and wise men,
the intellectual who sticks away from the crowd
and asks that the dreamy blanket covering the world be tossed away
is dismissed without a second thought,
and buried along with the fake news.

Game Show Question

Canine, incisor, molar to.
What are all three? I’m looking at you.
One hundred thousand dollars up for grabs
Ellen is waiting showing her abs
Dogs teeth, teeth dogs, dogs the woman guesses.
Man gets a chance to steal. Dogs? He professes.
That’s great! His wife yells, happy as a lark.
Great in what world? All three in the dark.
It is teeth, Ellen announces. The audience laughs.
Everyone else there sees both contestants are daft.

Where Are These New Creatures -2 Corinthians 5: 17

God has revealed His new creatures
those that are in Christ no less
showing His godly character to be
this is required for your heavenly dress

When one looks upon those ones
that professes to be so very holy
so often carnality is all seen
one must judge looking very slowly

Look circumspectively just to see
where's the evidence of Christ's effect
is there humility, grace and meekness
traits of Jesus but so often just defect

In an age of much God rejection
rationalism and apostacy rules the day
where's the change of lives and morals
little evidence too of man's urge to pray

Paul spoke of a real new change
old things to go everything was new
revival is required to save society
God's powerful effect long overdue

("Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.")
2 Corinthians 5: 17 (KJV)

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